wonderful world

Sometimes, I just don’t have the words. When that happens, I rely on other people’s. This favorite quotation could easily be my personal motto:

“Always be on the lookout for the presence of wonder.” – E. B. White

blog031915_ice patterns76/365: ice patterns, refreeze, minnehaha creek

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ghosts of the garden, pt. 2

Yesterday’s remains looked like old, bleached bones to me. Today’s papery tomatillo husks reminded me more of snake skins, all dried up and left behind in the dirt. But then there’s that intricate lacey map of veins, so like blood vessels, like a record of the life that coursed through this tomatillo ghost town.

blog031715_tomatillo husks74/365: tomatillo husks

these days are numbered

It was written in the receding line of snow at our neighborhood sledding hill – the last day of sledding for a while. Maybe for the season. With a string of 50 degree days ahead, the world is utterly transformed.

blog030815_last sledding day66/365: sledding hill

Today’s post title is also the title of a song by The Head & the Heart. We fell in love with this band after seeing them play live at Festival Palomino last fall.

cabin fever

Over the last week, our cabin fever got LITERAL. The virus moved through our family one by one while another cold snap raged outside. The need to spread out and breathe fresh air is palpable.

It is this late stage of winter when fatigue sets in. Gut check time. 23 days till spring. We got this.

blog022615_cabinfever56/365: portrait of the artist in cozy socks

lost at sea

I can get lost in a picture like this. In my mind’s eye, I am high above the earth, gazing down at the terrible power of churning ocean waves dark with storm when, in reality, I’m out for an afternoon stroll on the frozen creek.

As Anatole France put it, “Imagination is everything.”

blog022415_ice ocean54/365: ice/ocean

blowin’ in the wind

Yesterday on our walk, we came across this collaboration of grass, wind & snow. We watched as the bracing wind transformed the dried blades of grass into precision instruments, guiding their swaying movements like an invisible compass to etch these perfect arcs into the snow.

wind patterns 0252/365: wind pattern